ROBBIE WILLIAMS - Me And My Monkey Lyrics

There was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat of my super charged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft top down, he liked the wind in his face
He said, "Son, you ever been to Vegas'?" I said "No"
He said, "That's where we're gonna go, you need a change of pace"
Oh and we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
She said, â€½I left my wallet in El Segondo and proceeded to take two grand of mineâ€

We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay Hotel
Asked the bell boy, if he'd take me and my monkey as well?
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile, he said
â€½If your monkey's got that kind of money sir, then we've got a monkey bed!â€

Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
I'm hoping my monkey
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Butch and The Sundance Kid
Trying to understand
Why he did, what he did?
Why he did, what he did?

We got the elevator, I hit the thirty third floor
We had a room up top with the panoramic views
Like nothing you'd ever seen before
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages
Called up Escort Services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later, there came a knock at the door
In walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores
Hi! my name is Sunshine, these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby, ha ha oh yeah
And they'll rock your world

So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was digging on Kurt Cobain sing about Lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine
What's up?
You'd better get your ass in here boy
Your monkey's having too much of a good time

Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Billy The Kid
Trying to understand
Why he did, what he did?
Why he did, what he did?

Got tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores, he couldn't sit still
Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
We went to play Black Jack, kept hitting twenty three
Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey? I couldn't be sure
It's not like you'd never seen a monkey in roller blades and dungarees
before

Now don't test my patience 'cause we're not about to run
That's a bad ass monkey boy and he's packin' a gun
"My name is Rodriguez'" he says, with death in his eye
"I've been chasing you for a long time, amigos
And now your monkey's gonna die"

Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Now me and my monkey
We don't wanna kill no Mexican
But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
When the monkey is high
You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare

Looks like we got ourselves to Mexican stand off here boy
Ha
And I ain't about to run
Put your gun down boy
How did I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey anyhow?